"Alright, just apply some ice and get some rest over there. It'll probably swell up bigger than an egg soon," Qiuqiu said gruffly, but his actions were gentle.
This scene looked quite different in the eyes of the foreigners watching.
Seeing Qian speaking with the foreigners again, even Yu Minglang responded with something in 'bird language.' Afraid of losing his big deal, Qiuqiu's dad instinctively looked at Bai Jin, thinking this girl translated even faster than a professional interpreter.
"These foreigners are saying that your relationship with Qiuqiu must be very good. Boss Qian said Qiuqiu is a filial child. Impressive, my brother Qiang; my brother Qiang translated Mencius' famous quote into 'bird language'. How would you say this in the original..." Bai Jin seemed a bit stumped, feeling that translating such classical texts required not only literary skills but also English proficiency, making it quite difficult.
